I'm glad you're having me over
It's been so long since we've talked
The days and weeks have been passing me by
And I've holed up alone in my house

It's dark and cold this evening
And inside we sit by the fire
The record player's on, and the needle is pressing
Past dust on your copy of Louder Than Bombs

And we sing Smiths songs the whole night long
'Til neither of us know the words
'Til we fall to the floor and the clock hits the hour
We both know I should've gone home

'Cause home is where the hearth is
And bottles line the hearth
Home is where the heartbreak is
'Cause heartbreak comes so easily

Morrissey's voice is like yours
Well, no, it's not, but you duet so sweetly
"Panic" in the streets of "London", you say
But "Asleep" is where I'd rather be

Then you stand up and pull at my arms
Say I've got to get up from the couch
I want to say that I'd like nothing more than to dance
But the words die inside of my mouth

And we sing Smiths songs the whole night long
'Til neither of us know the words
'Til we fall to the floor and the clock hits the hour
We both know I should've gone home

'Cause home is where the hearth is
And bottles line the hearth
Home is where the heartbreak is
'Cause heartbreak comes so easily

Not another drop, yeah, you've got to stop
You implore as you try to go on
I say, "I'm done," when we finish off the bottle
But then you glance back to the shelf

And we sing Smiths songs the whole night long
'Til neither of us know the words
'Til we fall to the floor and the clock hits the hour
We both know I should've gone home

And then we get drunk
And then we get drunk
And then we get drunk
And then we get drunk
And then we get drunk
And then we get drunk
And then we get drunk
And then we get drunk
And then we get drunk
And then we get drunk
And then we get drunk